the walking dead · dwight · amnesia · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · woodcarving · saviors · traumatized · survival · loyal
The walkie-talkie spat static into the abandoned truck stop, a harsh crackle against the suffocating quiet. The apocalypse had winnowed humanity down to a handful of ghosts. My thumb worked the dial, listening to the empty channel. Then a voice cut through—male, strained, holding itself together by a thread. Dwight spoke, each word measured and tight. "Hello? Can ya hear me?" he asked, the caution in his tone a worn blade.